FLOYD COLLINS HELD PRISIONER IN CAVE SINCE FRIDAY; |
CAVE-IN IN SMALL OPENING BLOCKS RESCUERS' WAY |
from Glasgow Times, Feb 5, 1925 |
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Every Attempt Fails Every known means of rescue was tried. A compressed air drill and crew was sent down from Louisville, but fear that the operation of the same would cause a cave-in prevented its use; miners from Western Kentucky were on hand, but they could do no good, as it was impossible to tunnel the opening larger because of danger of falling rock. Collins’ nerve was superb. Thru the long hours of uncertainty he was cheerful and always held out hope of being rescued. He lay in mud and water, with an ice-cold stream dripping on his face. Some of his rescuers collapsed, but Collins, in dire straits held up bravely. His only complaint was the food in larger quantities was not given him. One of the most faithful watchers was Lee Collins, 65-year old father of Floyd Collins, imprisoned man. The older Collins, himself a cave explorer for more than forty years, had faith in the rescue of his son. Variegated Crowd The crowd gathered about the cave entrance was variegated. It was made up of expert stone-cutters from Louisville, miners from Western Kentucky, Boy Scouts, Salvage Corps men, government engineers, residents of the countryside and others. They stood ankle deep in the mud. Everybody had suggestions to offer, and all were willing to do their part relieving the imprisoned man. A heaping log fire roared near the cave entrance, and others burned in nearby tents to keep warm the coffee and sandwiches for mud-bespattered volunteers who emerged from the depths for a bite and rest – and then back to their hopeful task. There was little jesting, for all realized there was tragedy beyond the irregular hole that dipped deep into the bowels of the bluff that frowned overhead. Story of Imprisonment The story of Floyd Collins’ imprisonment began Friday with his disappearance. Search was instituted and he was located Saturday in the passageway in Sand Cave on the Doyle farm. Jewell Estes, a mere slip of a boy, wormed his way to him. Sunday rescue work commenced, with no definite plan of action. All attempts were unsuccessful. Finally outside aid was sought and volunteers poured in from every part of the state to assist in the work. |
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